"Are you sure leaving Superboy-Prime on our Earth is the right choice?"
Bobo looked worried. No matter how much time had passed, he had no confidence in Superboy-Prime's limits. That kid was too unstable. People who acted according to their preferences or moods, without regard for gains or losses, were the most frightening.
Su Ming calmly had Strangle inspect the surrounding environment: radiation readings in the air, oxygen levels, temperature, humidity, and so on.
Those had originally been functions of a Power Ring, but Symbiotes were more convenient and more reliable.
Thick storm clouds filled the sky. From the faint light, they could tell the sun was about to set. Perhaps Nuclear Winter still lingered; although the snow had melted, the ground remained cold. Bobo kept shifting from one foot to the other, and the drawback of not wearing shoes was now apparent.
"Don't worry, Bobo. Little Clark is actually a good kid. He just didn't know how to become better in the past." Deathstroke's voice sounded as though it came from the Abyss, but he soon removed his mask, and his voice returned to normal. "With Oliver keeping an eye on him, nothing will go wrong. At least have a little more faith in the Justice League's eighth member."
The protective barrier that had hung over them like an overturned bowl also vanished. There was radiation in the surroundings, but nowhere near enough to harm their health or cause mutations.
Perhaps large amounts of radiation remained in the water, but so far, they had not seen any liquid water on this Earth.
"But Green Arrow is just an ordinary person. He doesn't have any superpowers." Once Bobo saw the protection removed, he knew the place was safe. He walked over to Deathstroke. "And he's always been burdened with misery.